Sweetly saved

We feed the need within’
walking aisles
meandering aimlessly,
wasted yet pleasured time
and avoiding
the empty spaces
as the demise of orange and black
gives an early birth to green and red.
Spirit sings softly
come, have a look-see
down this way pulled like children
memories play out as I gaze,
remembering the gentle days
of torn pretty papers and bows
and the box that was always found
holding the sweetness
in circles.
How something has shifted
deep within as we struggle through nights
chaotic nightmares follow us like wolves and sheep
till we wake at dawn
under the moon lights lamp,
wondering at the thoughts
that made the heart thunder
like summers in the sky above.
We always chose favorites
then and now our tastes changing
and the cherry red has moved
to the calming cream of coconut,
scents inspiring the soul to dream
of yesterdays once more.
The sugar on the tongue
making the medicine go down
in a delightful way day after day,
we circle round to reinvent,
finding ourselves pulled to the moments
where joy lived
and housed in pretty boxes
once a year given,
brings a quiet light and laughter
to the wondering heart.

A strange night of heart wrenching nightmares and a beautiful morning walk, cool and peaceful. Balance of life I suppose. I went to do some shopping and usually I abhor the idea of Christmas intruding when Halloween has just ended….way too early, but I drifted down the seasonal candy aisle and was tickled pink to see the lifesaver Christmas boxes. Remembering how I had gotten one every year in my stocking as a child, and I didn’t think they even made them anymore. Of course they were across from the Halloween inspired kids cereals on clearance, but no, I did not buy any scary apple jacks or boo berries….nor did I buy the lifesavers. Do they even make coconut flavored ones anymore? Things that go through my mind. Sweet ❤

Break

Hearts and horses,
once broken can never
return to their selves,
simplistic and wild
tamed to the hand
waiting for contact
a soothing touch
owner and owned
as something missing
sits on the sidelines
like unspoken words
and change is hanging
on the line.
There is no expectation
in the docile ghost
that lingers a relic
of what’s long forgotten,
a pet led along
we wonder where the wolf has gone
in eyes that gaze beyond,
seeing something unspoken
something beyond comprehension
for the wild will remember
tucked away in memory
before there was that moment
when will was surrendered
but the faith lies strong
that the truth will rise up
and change will break free
and broken will be
merely a word
meaning a falacy.

Driving to work today, broken hearts and horses filled my mind, did not have time to pull over and jot it down, so now reflecting, this is the cream that rises to the top….in a good place, just letting loose the mind before sleep conquers. Peace and blessings and counting down to Mondays eclipse…if I could do back flips I would….there is an excitement and a strong desire for cleansing change, listening to the wind. 💜

Work in color

He opens his box of shapes and sizes
No surprises
colors fleeing on windswept clouds
astounded he stares
for each time he opens his box of things
he feels the joy it brings.
He pries back the board so tenderly
afraid for the day
they don’t come out to play
but they know him well,
his favorite shades that bring a light to each day,
playing their role
they soar like birds on ocean breezes
above him, his box releases
without further adeiu
for me and you.
He has to create
these pastel whimsied worlds
for it is his nature
and he knows no other way,
a magician of life he gives away
a piece of himself each day
from the bottomless well he says feels often dry
so his tears he cries
never knowing that each drop that falls
fills that magic box he carries,
he openly shares
for in beauty and love he knows will grow
as the color moves outward
touching each soul
his work in color is never done,
each day has just begun
and the supply paints the world
glistening drops of beauty
filling voids where broken ugliness hides
keeping him alive.